Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)

Saturday, August 5, 2017

listening for an encore

Sydney
and the opera house
at dawn
was singing 'Good Day' to a
regatta of sailboats
which i saw
while walking to the famous bridge
out of my way
but not too far
at the end of the summer of
1970.
for nearly a month
i waited for my flight from
Saigon;
in spite of everything,
i was able to board
and on landing
the Aussie girls were waiting
after i cleared Customs and
found my army duffle,
their big round eyes shining
brightly in fresh happy faces.
they waited to dine and dance,
to walk and talk,
to peek and probe,
to be close to me, to touch.
did i ever say how much
it meant?
and in the crisp springtime, months away,
with the opera house filled with song,
the evening harbor aglow with lights, sails and stories,
i'd be waiting under a misty jungle canopy
far to the north,
listening for an encore.

2 comments:

WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

I enjoyed reading your poetic piece.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Disembodied Poetics said...

Grateful for you and the sentiment!

Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006
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